chapter 36

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Third person's POV.

To say Storm was furious would be an undertimate.

Her fake dark orbs was staring in to nothingness as her eyes were emotionless. A burning death stick was kept in between her fingers as she released her held up breath.

The smoke easing out of her nose and mouth bit by bit, released into the thin air of four walls as fog. The smell of nicotine was prominent in the room.

Her body was relaxed as her thoughts were on all places. Was she furious? Yes, very.

Did she wanted to kill someone?

Say less.

More so her fury was directed towards her husband. Kim Taehyung. She so wanted set his lively godly body on fire and watch him burn into a crisp while hanging him on ceiling.

The amount of times she have told him and his damned boss to leave her alone and they are still doing this shit. If they thought she didn't knew then fuck them.

Oh she very much knew how they had installed spy cameras in her room way back then which was taken off a few days ago after her talk with Namjoon.

And now?

Well, when she came back from her class and ate some food, she was ready to call it a day.

So after giving a hard slap on Taehyung's ass who was searching for something in the living room, she retired to her room cause he was really busy with whatever he was up to in a sweats only so she couldn't help but give it tap.

You can't really blame her on that.

But the point is, when she walked inside her room, an unfamiliar cologne hit her nostrils, alerting her senses. It wasn't Taehyung's. No, she knew his scent well.

He smells manly. At least for her. It was an mix of spice, wood and vanilla. Perfect for him. Dark and mysterious which makes one feel warm. She knew it too well.

But this, it was some cheap deodorant. Taehyung would never. His deodorant never smelled like this. At least not cheap.

The smell wasn't strong or anything but it was there. An lingering smell on the walls which screamed that indeed there was someone. Let's just say Storm got high senses on everything and she was an good observant. Perks on living in a abusive house hold where you don't know when you gonna get punished not knowing what you did wrong and get punished. Oh not to forget her high school where some people who loved to haunt her ass down on time to time.

The point is someone was here and they did dirty. Her call was on the fucking drug lord and his minions.

Her phone ringed and it felt like the volume of ringing was too loud. Loud enough to make her annoyed.

It shows number only so she took it and kept silent, waiting for the other side to speak up. The only thing she can hear is heavy panting. Desperately breathing for dear life.

Why the fuck did this person called when all this fucker gonna do is breath?

Taking a breath from that cigarette, words rolled out from her mouth. "Whoever you are. Fuck your damn life." She cut the call and before she throws it to the sheets of bed, her gaze lingered there.

Maybe she should?

Squishing the tip of lightened stick on the side table she dialed her husband on call.

He didn't picked up and it went to the voicemail. She knew he was in the house so she once again dialed him.

"What?" He barked out to his phone and that didn't face Storm.

"Care to bring your ass in my room?"

"The fuck you need now?" He sounds frustrated and she can hear clicks from other side. He's working.

"You." She rasped as she laid still on her bed on back. "I want you right now. In every fucking way."

"Just fuck yourself with a dildo or something bitch."

Oh.

"You gonna be here or I'm gonna be there in your room and I'm damn sure that my fist have missed your pretty face so it might kiss it for a good second." She said calmly but he cut the call.

She closed her eyes and let the phone slide to the bed while she spread her hand.

Laying in that posture for good five minutes collecting her thoughts. Sharpening her ears, expecting some footsteps but there was none. Nothing.

It was totally silent as if she was alone in the house and she wasn't liking it so she got up and walked up to his room only to met with a empty room. Everything was kept neat and tidy.

Narrowing her eyes on the bathroom she knocked on it.

Silence.

Once again knocking on the door harder, she earned a loud groan from inside and soon the door was unlocked.

"I told you I'm- FUCK." He groaned out cupping his cheek as Storm stepped in to the bathroom while he stumbled back, glaring at her.

"The fuck is with you. Fuck that hurts."

"As it should. Now I thought we had damn deal but it seems like your brain is still malfunctioning. Want me to make it right?"

He groaned rubbing his face. "Now the fuck is this about?"

"I thought you've taken out those spy cams out but seems like you wanted a better view on me now?" He sighed hearing that. "Speak before I make you drown in the damn tub."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Storm narrowed her eyes.

"I'm sure it's your side bitches job." She took a step as Taehyung maintained a strong eye contact.

She seems more calmer though.

"Taehyung." He gulped. The calmness of her was intimidating for some reason but he didn't showed it off. Damn her. "I'm loosing it. Start speaking."

He sighed. "It isn't Namjoon or anyone among us."

She tilted her head and he clicked his tongue seeing that.

"Look. I know it might be suspicious even though I gave my word to you. I don't blame you there but that's the fucking truth. I don't know shit, now get out."

Storm sighed as he walked to the counter of were he kept his laptop, bending down a bit to get a better view.

She took a good look on screen and she knew what he was up to. "The fuck you hacking into."

Taehyung released a breath. "I found the spy cams in my room too along with a voice recorder. My car had a tracking device." He casted his gaze on her. "So I checked your bike too which had the same shit."

Her eyes narrowed at his laptop screen.

"I checked the kitchen and living room. Kitchen had same shit." That explains what he was looking into.

"Got rid of it?" She observed as he typed something.

"The voice recorder only. I'm trying to get access on whose on the other side."

"Did you checked your CCTV." Taehyung sighed at that.

"It's clean. Nothing suspicious. Not even in the hidden one nor the street camera got it." He said as Storm hummed. Someone really was onto it huh?

"Expected. Try to check any other access on the camera or the tracker. Maybe we can see where's the out put is going."

He narrowed his eyes on screen as he typed more bending a bit more down, butt popping out.

"I can't fucking track that." He mumbled as Storm hummed observing his posture. He wasn't wearing a tee but only a grey sweat pant.

Top naked and hair in a man bun while some of his hair strands was resting on his face elegantly. Eyes focused on screen with a serious face.

Unknowingly her pearly teeth tugged on her lower lips. Eyes runing wild on his greek like body. A pleasure for her eyes indeed.

"Who do you think it is?" He tsked at her question. 

"Don't know yet."

"Who?" He sighed. Of course. Storm needed to know it. She knew that he definitely had hints on who it might be and she won't leave him unless she get an honest answer.

"Maybe grandfather. I hope that's not the case." He mumbled those last words.

"That old hag." Storm let out in distaste as her eyes now observed his butt which was popped out as he was bending.

Storm gulped eyeing it. A sight indeed it was.

That ass for sure meant to be taken care of. Storm swore if she had a dick she would have fucked the heaven out of him. Oh how much she wanted to fuck the day light of him. Fuck his ass raw.

Too bad that she got a damn pussy which gets him worked up too. If she had cock that would have been another fucking story.

Yeah, she was horny. Very.

"Why?" She observed his every physic. His biceps to his waist which was too perfect. He sure was an muscular man who is really manly, one who gets other worked up real good. But she can't help it but admire his body proportion.

Fuck, that wing tattoo on his muscular back just made him look eternal. She watched how it flexed with every short movements.

"Let's just say he have all the reasons to." Taehyung wasn't looking at her but he can feel her heated gaze on him. Which he don't mind. He ain't gonna admit it but he loved how she looked at him as if he was the only man she find irresistible like how he found Storm irresistible.

Yes. Storm was irresistible for Taehyung and for sure he can't get enough of her.

Before he can proceed on his thoughts, a squeak left his lips, eyes becoming wide. Snapping his head to side only to met with Storm biting the corner of her lower lip and looking at him with a daze.

He knew that look.

Pure lust and amusement.

He was still wide eyed as his hand cupped one of his butt.

"The fuck you groaping my ass for?" He snapped.

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Looks like Storm is after someone's ass (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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